There's Always Another Way
by LobsterLobster
Summary: Alternate ending to the S3 finale. Abbie finds a loophole in the mechanics of Witness Limbo and gets a second chance at life! Ichabbie will live on in my heart! UPDATE: How will Ichabod react to discovering that Abbie is alive after all?
1. Chapter 1 - Waiting

There's Always Another Way

A/N: Obviously this is a fix-it fic for the S3 finale. As far as I'm concerned, Sleepy Hollow is over. But I still love these characters and this is what I'm going to imagine happened instead of all that nonsense.

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Chapter 1 - Waiting

Abbie Mills sat alone at the booth in the diner.

Seeing Sheriff Corbin again had been a pleasant surprise. She felt guilty that she hadn't been able to tell Jenny goodbye, but after her bittersweet farewell with Crane, she was sure that seeing her sister would have been too much to handle.

There was nothing else to do so she ate the rest of her apple pie, savoring the now mushy dessert. When it was gone, she absently pushed her spoon around the sticky plate. The quiet of the empty diner settled around her.

"I guess this is it, then," she said aloud.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let it out slowly. Everything felt still and quiet. A long moment passed. She felt the same. Nothing was happening.

Abbie opened one eye, then the other. She was still in the diner.

"Any time now…" she prompted.

…..

Meanwhile on another plane of existence, Jenny Mills was also waiting for the unknown.

She sat on the hard plastic hospital chair next to the bed and held Joe's limp hand in hers. The steady beeps and hums of the life support equipment were reassuring, she supposed. Although it would be far more reassuring to see Joe open his eyes.

Even so, the mechanical ticking was preferable to the panic that had gripped the room earlier. Joe's heartbeat had slowed and stopped, a shrill alarm had sounded and a group of doctors rushed in, pushing Jenny aside as they worked the defibrillator. Ultimately Joe was revived and his vital signs stabilized and the doctor had said something about keeping him in the coma a while longer.

Jenny felt like she was in a coma herself, barely able to process anything that was happening around her. All she could do was hold his hand and watch his pale face, desperate for a sign of life.

She'd already lost one person that she loved – if Crane was right, probably forever. She couldn't bear to lose anyone else, especially not Joe.

Ezra Mills watched his daughter from the other side of the room, wishing that he could do more to help, wondering what he could have done differently. There were a lot of things in his life that he should have done differently.

A knock on the window behind him broke that familiar train of thought. Ezra turned his head to see a uniformed officer standing outside the small room.

"I've got this," he said to his daughter, who didn't seem to hear.

…

Abbie felt like a ghost, walking around the deserted streets of the otherworldly version of her home town.

The place looked and felt real. It should, since it was created from her memories. The town was eerily quiet without people or cars but it wasn't oppressively silent. A breeze rippled through the trees and her footsteps padded along the sidewalk.

Whatever was going to happen to her was evidently going to take some time, so Abbie decided to take a walk and say goodbye to Sleepy Hollow.

She said goodbye to her beautiful office at the FBI headquarters, then the Archives, her favorite Starbucks even though she'd given it up after the Catacombs, and the park where she and Crane used to watch the Minor League baseball games on the weekends.

Eventually her feet grew tired and the shadows grew longer. Daylight seemed to be fading, which Abbie decided was very considerate. She walked down the familiar streets until she arrived at her house.

Abbie felt at peace, which was remarkable because she'd spent the past months feeling conflicted, like she was being pulled in a hundred different directions at once. Everything had worked out in the end, more or less, and she had fulfilled her duty as a Witness.

So it was okay. It really was, she told herself. She was ready to let go and move on.

Any time now.

….

"Sir, I'm Lieutenant Tom Roberts from the Sherriff's Department. I'm sorry to bother you at a time like this, but I need to ask you a few questions."

"Of course. I understand," Ezra said cautiously.

He'd expected this would happen sooner or later. The hospital staff was required to call the police when a patient showed up with a gunshot wound.

"What's your relationship to Joe Corbin?" the officer asked.

The young man's expression made it clear that he knew exactly whose son was lying in the hospital bed and he was taking his assignment very seriously.

"He and my daughter, Jenny," Ezra glanced at the couple, "are together."

Lieutenant Roberts looked through the window as well and, after a brief moment of confusion, recognized the young woman sitting beside Joe.

"Is that Jenny Mills? Abbie Mills' sister?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes," Ezra confirmed.

"I'm so sorry, sir. About what happened. I didn't know her well…She left shortly after I joined up. But everyone said real good things about her. I'm really sorry," the officer said sincerely.

He was embarrassed for not putting together the pieces sooner.

"Thank you," Ezra said.

He appreciated the young man's condolences but he did not wish to dwell on the loss of his daughter right then. Not when he had a job to do and another daughter to protect.

"It was a hunting accident," Ezra explained, changing the topic back to Joe's injury, "I could have sworn I checked the rifle, but…It all happened so fast."

It had happened fast and he did feel a good deal of guilt for it, so his lie was mostly truth, in that respect. The officer seemed sympathetic.

"It happens more often than you think. I'm sure he'll pull through. These doctors are some of the best," he tried to strike a hopeful note before closing his notebook and taking his leave.

….

"Where is she now?"

August Corbin glanced at the monitor on the wall.

"Still sitting on her front porch swing," he confirmed.

The Sleepy Hollow Sherriff's Department was a near exact replica of the real one. The only differences being that there were only two occupants in the entire building and the computer monitors on the desks had been replaced with stone tablets and ancient scrolls.

Corbin sighed and then turned his attention back to the task at hand.

"The answer is here. It has to be," he said, as much to rally his own determination as to encourage his companion.

"Yes, but what I don't understand is why it all has to be in damn Sumerian! If you ask me, the wrong Witness got called up," Frank Irving did not hesitate to express his frustration.

Corbin didn't answer. They were supposed to be impartial, but both men had a soft spot for Abbie Mills. And Frank was right about one thing. If Crane were there with them, it would make this whole job a lot easier.

"Are you sure we didn't miss anything?" Corbin asked, peering over his glasses at the younger man sitting across from him.

"We've been through it all several times over!" Irving said, gesturing to the mess of artifacts and documents strewn across the long conference table.

A packing crate sat in the corner of the room, by the coffee machine. The inventory receipt was titled 'Rules and Regulations Pertaining to Witness Transcendence'.

Captain Irving pushed back his chair and walked over to the coffee station. He picked up a cup and set it under the gurgling coffee maker. He knew that caffeine had no effect on his body in this dimension, but he liked the ritual of it. And the coffee tasted better here than it did in the real office.

He looked through the window at the empty rows of desks.

Sleepy Hollow. He'd only spent a few short years in the place but he'd come to think of it as home.

"What is it about this place?" Irving wondered aloud, not for the first time.

August Corbin frowned.

"Maybe that's it," he said, thinking.

"What?" Irving turned around to look at him.

"Maybe she's not transcending not because there's something wrong with the process, but because there's something wrong with this place, how it works."

Irving thought about this for a moment and then decided that his friend might be on to something.

"I'll go get the crate for the Fundamental Rules for Witness Limbo or whatever it's called."

…

TBC!


	2. Chapter 2 - Loophole

There's Always Another Way

Chapter 2 - Loophole

The funeral for FBI Agent Abbie Mills was front page news in the Sleepy Hollow Gazette. Close to three hundred people attended the memorial service. Nearly the entire Sherriff's Department came to show their support as well as the countless people whose lives she'd touched in one way or another over the years.

For Ichabod Crane, however, the whole thing was more or less a blur.

He had tried to write some words to say but after cutting out the parts about their bond as Witnesses and anything else that might not have an easy explanation, it simply didn't feel right. He gratefully let her father deliver the eulogy.

After the last of the guests had dispersed and Jenny had returned to the hospital to check on Joe, Ezra Mills found Ichabod sitting on one of the folding chairs near the grave, staring into the distance.

'Let me tell you a story,' the older man said, sitting down beside Ichabod.

When the lonely Witness said nothing, Ezra continued, 'Now, when I was in boot camp we were on a training maneuver way out in the woods, hadn't slept in two days. And on top of it all there was this steady cold rain, the kind that chills you to the bone. I was ready to quit. I wanted to walk away and be done with it all. Then my instructor told me something I'll never forget.'

'Stop feeling sorry for yourself and go help someone else.'

Those words became Ichabod's mantra in the following days. He repeated them in his head, summoning the fortitude to walk through the foyer of Abbie's house with another stack of flattened cardboard boxes under his arm.

The living room and the non-essential kitchen items were already packed, so he walked up the stairs and continued walking past the closed door to Abbie's bedroom. Today he would work on her office. She had quite a collection of books and CD's and movies in addition to all her saved textbooks and notes from school.

Ichabod popped open one of the collapsed boxes and expertly pushed the flaps into place. The whole thing was a marvel of ingenuity. He looked around the small room, deciding where to start.

His eyes fell on the framed picture beside the laptop on the desk. He picked it up, blew off the dust, and stared into the past. It was a candid moment, most likely snapped on Jenny's cell phone.

The two Witnesses were at brunch. Ichabod had a smug little smile and a twinkle in his eyes and Abbie's face was lit with a brilliant grin, clearly caught mid-laugh. He couldn't remember now what he'd said, but it must have been something absurd.

'How am I supposed to do this?' he thought now.

He looked around the room miserably. This house represented everything that was important to him, everything that he'd come to love about his life in the 21st century. And now he was supposed to dissect that life, box up each little piece of himself, and pack it away. Never to be seen again.

"Abbie…" he said aloud, his voice catching in his throat.

Then he blinked and his resolve hardened again.

"No, I'm not doing that," he said softly.

Ichabod had promised himself that he would only talk to her at her grave. If he allowed himself to give in, he would never be able to let go. And he had to let go, because he had no other choice.

So he placed the photo back on the desk and turned to the first bookshelf and got to work.

….

Light shining through the window and onto her face woke Abbie from a deep sleep. She rubbed her eyes tiredly. Her surroundings slowly came into focus.

She was in her bedroom, warm and cozy with her fluffy comforter pulled up to her chin. The memories of yesterday came back to her in pieces…the catacombs, the box, saying goodbye to Crane on the porch swing. It all felt like a dream. If she was back home, it had to have been a dream.

"Crane?" she called out, throwing aside the covers and getting out of bed.

She opened her bedroom door and yelled again, "Crane!"

Breaking into a run, she searched the whole house only to find it empty. It was her house. Everything was in its place but something was wrong. She tried to swallow down the fear that was creeping up her throat.

"I guess it wasn't a dream," she said to the quiet.

"What's happening?!" she yelled at the top of her voice, fists clenched tight, tears of frustration welling in her eyes, "Why am I still here?! You can't leave me here!"

A sharp knock on the front door startled Abbie. She was startled again when she opened the door.

"Captain Irving?"

The man smiled, "It's just Frank these days."

"It's good to see you again," Abbie said, then frowned, "but I have some questions."

"I have good news, Mills. We've found a loophole of sorts. You're getting a second chance at life!"

Abbie was dumbfounded.

"What?" she asked, incredulous.

"Let me explain," Frank said, and Abbie noticed that he held a manila folder which she surmised held her case file.

"It turns out that you aren't completely dead. Like Corbin told you, the whole Witness Phoenix reincarnation thing kicks in when a Witness dies. And, normally, this special Witness Limbo realm is only created when a Witness dies. So…" he opened the folder and scanned through his notes.

"Alright, so you ended up here after you went into Pandora's box and then the box self-destructed. All the supernatural monsters already in the box returned to the supernatural realms where they were created and you were sent here."

"Okay…" Abbie waited for him to get to the point.

"But the thing is; your body was never destroyed. Your spirit passed on but your physical self never actually died. That's why you're here but you didn't move on when you were supposed to, after your dream visit to the other Witness."

"So basically I can't be reincarnated or whatever because I didn't physically die?" Abbie wanted to make sure she understood.

"Yes," Irving nodded.

"But do I get to go back to Earth? Or am I stuck here forever?" she asked, unnerved by the mere possibility of the latter option.

"You're going back to Earth," Irving reassured her.

Abbie rubbed a hand over her eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden change in her destiny. She'd gone through all that; saying goodbye to Crane and accepting the fact that her life was over…for nothing?

"I'm real sorry we didn't figure it out sooner, Mills," Irving said, reading her reaction correctly.

She took breath to collect herself and gave her former superior officer a smile, "Better late than never, I suppose."

Frank Irving held out his hand, "Feeling up for a swim?"

"Why not?" Abbie felt her hope returning.

The moment she took his hand, between blinks, they were transported to the banks of the river. A light breeze flitted through the tree tops and the sun glinted off the slow moving water.

"This is a connection point between dimensions, like the well in the Catacombs. Swim across the river and by the time you make it to the other side, you'll be back on Earth," Irving explained.

"That's it?" Abbie asked, looking between the water and her old friend.

"Yeah, that's it. Oh, and one more thing. There's one catch," he said, flipping open the file to check his notes.

"See, the rules are real particular about food. Since you ate the apple pie and ice cream back in the diner, that food connects you to this realm. Once you're on Earth again, if you ever eat apple pie and ice cream, you will…die."

"Seriously? I'll just drop dead?" Abbie asked.

"Hey, I don't make the rules. If I did, first thing I'd do was write them in English. But my point is you don't want to mess around with this one. Never eat apple pie and vanilla ice cream again. Together or separately. Actually, just to be safe, I would avoid any type of ice cream, apples, or pies in general. Pizza pie should be fine," he advised.

"I can do that," Abbie decided.

Then she wrapped her arms around Irving. He was momentarily surprised but he smiled and returned the hug.

"Thank you for watching out for me," Abbie said gratefully.

"Your journey's not over yet, Mills. Make the most of it," Frank Irving told her and, with those words bright in her heart, Abbie waded out into the river.

….

TBC!

Preview: Abbie and Ichabod are finally reunited!


	3. Chapter 3 - Reunion

There's Always Another Way

Summary: The two Witnesses are reunited!

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Chapter 3 - Reunion

Even though it was late spring, the water was still cold. Abbie clenched her teeth to keep them from chattering and continued swimming. At last she reached the riverbank and climbed out, only slipping in the mud once.

She stood on the shore and bent over to catch her breath. When she looked across at the other shore nobody was there.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?"

Abbie spun around to see a young woman in workout clothes running towards her with an alarmed expression. It took Abbie a moment to process what the woman was saying because her present meant that Abbie was definitely back in the land of the living!

"What happened? Are you hurt?" the woman asked.

Abbie took stock of her appearance. She was wearing the same clothes she'd been wearing when she went into Pandora's box, only now she was soaking wet and her legs were splattered with mud and her shoes were full of silt and small pebbles.

"Uh, I'm okay," Abbie said, "I uh, was running and I fell in. It's real slippery over here."

It was an awkward excuse considering that the running path was a good fifteen feet from the riverbank at that spot. The woman seemed a little bewildered but accepted the explanation.

"You must be freezing!" she said, still worried.

"I'm okay, really," Abbie said, wringing excess water out of her hair, adding pointedly, "I don't live far."

"Uh, okay," the woman hesitated before moving on, "Be careful!"

As she watched the woman run on down the path, Abbie realized that she could hear traffic nearby. A wide grin spread across her face. She raised her hands to the sun, enjoying the warmth on her face.

'I'm alive!' she shouted the words internally because she was afraid someone would overhear and decide that she was crazy. After everything she'd been through, that was the last thing she needed.

After wringing out her clothes as best she could and emptying out the sandy sludge from her shoes, she was ready to go home.

Feeling something in her pocket, she pulled out her cell phone. Unfortunately, it did not survive the journey through dimensions. Abbie briefly considered flagging down another jogger and borrowing their phone. She was anxious to see Crane and Jenny, but decided that it was probably best to break the news of her return in person.

Abbie followed the winding trail until it came out in a neighborhood that she recognized near the Sheriff's Department. She started heading towards the center of town and the sun and a light breeze helped to dry her clothes a bit.

Abbie came to an intersection and when the 'Walk' sign lit up, she hesitated. She'd been intending to check the Archives first and then, if Crane wasn't there, continue on home. A strange feeling tugged at her, telling her to turn instead.

She followed the feeling and turned down the street. As she walked, the feeling got stronger until she realized she was being drawn somewhere. She broke into a jog, turning this way and that.

Before she knew it, Abbie was standing under the entrance to the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. She couldn't quantify the feeling that had drawn her there but serving as Witness to not one but two apocalypses had taught her to trust her instincts.

She wandered through the peaceful cemetery until she spotted an instantly familiar figure kneeling in front of a new gravestone. Her heart leapt into her throat. She walked towards him, feeling like she was in a dream.

When she got closer and she could hear the familiar rise and fall of his voice and saw him place a small bouquet beside the headstone, saying softly, "You are missed," she realized that being in a dream didn't quite characterize what was happening. It felt like she was looking at the world from a distance, like she was a ghost.

Abbie found her voice, "Crane…"

He froze in place.

She spoke his name again, a little stronger this time, "Crane."

He flinched then gave a small shake of his head, 'no'. He stood abruptly and started walking briskly away from where Abbie stood, unseen behind him.

"Ichabod! Wait!" Abbie yelled, running to catch up.

At the sound of his name, Ichabod faltered. A half second later Abbie reached him, throwing her arms around him from behind.

Looking down, Ichabod Crane was stunned to discover two very real arms wrapped tightly around his chest. He put his hands on hers, he instantly knew they were her hands, and turned around to face –

"Leftenant!"

There she was, the woman with sparkling brown eyes that he would recognize anywhere, staring up into his face.

"What is happening?" his words nearly stumbled over each other, "Is this another dream?"

"No, it's real. I'm really here," Abbie Mills smiled up at him.

"What do you mean?" Ichabod was scared to believe it.

"I'm alive!" Abbie grinned.

Ichabod threw his arms around her in a crushing embrace. Tears sprung to his eyes and for several moments he couldn't speak at all. He could only hold her, his mind not quite able to accept that she was real, that she was here.

"But…but how is this possible?" he asked, releasing her and cupping her face with his hands, searching for answers, "You were gone!"

"I know. That's what I thought too. But we found a loophole. Turns out I wasn't totally dead after all. It's like…my spirit passed on when Pandora's box self-destructed but my physical body was supernaturally absorbed and that doesn't actually count as dying. Anyway, I get to come back!"

"Oh, Abbie," Ichabod hugged her again, "This is too good to be true! I can scarce believe it!"

Abbie closed her eyes against her own tears as she returned the hug. The comfort of his solid body against her and the tender way that he held her head against his chest was nearly overwhelming.

"My dear Abbie…I love you so. I cannot begin to describe how happy I am," Ichabod said, clutching her tightly, "I missed you terribly."

His words swirled around her heart and a sick feeling of guilt crept up on her.

'It was easy for me to accept dying because I got to leave everything behind,' Abbie thought, 'What if it had been the other way around? If I lost him instead? I couldn't bear it.'

"I'm so sorry," Abbie sobbed, burying her face in the soft cotton of his favorite jacket, "I left you."

The brave Witness had spent so many months pushing aside her own fears and uncertainties. Now she couldn't hold back any more. All the emotions she'd fought so hard to restrain were spilling over.

"Don't say that. It wasn't your choice to leave. You did the right thing," Ichabod said gently.

Abbie took a shaky breath and rubbed her eyes.

"You did everything right," Ichabod said with genuine warmth in his voice.

With the initial shock of their reunion receding, Ichabod realized that his partner was cold and wet. He shrugged out of his colonial jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

"Let's go home," Abbie said, feeling tired but happy.

….

TBC!


	4. Chapter 4 - Home Again

There's Always Another Way

A/N: And now we have a surprise update 2 years later!

Chapter 4 – Home Again

Ichabod Crane walked beside Abbie, balancing his bike between them. He couldn't take his eyes off of Abbie. It was surreal to have her back so abruptly, after spending so long attempting to adjust to her absence.

Abbie was describing the Special Witness Limbo version of Sleepy Hollow, as she called it, and Ichabod had to admit that while it definitely sounded like a step up from the other supernatural realms they'd visited, an empty version of the town still sounded rather unsettling.

Suddenly Abbie put her hand on the handlebars, stopping them in their tracks.

"Hold on, why are we going this way? That turn will take us home faster," she said.

"Ohhh…" Ichabod froze, uncharacteristically hesitant, "Miss Mills, I'm afraid there's something you should know…"

"Okay, Crane, now you're scaring me," Abbie said, frowning, "What's going on? Why aren't we going home?"

"There is no easy way to say this," Ichabod said.

"Then just say it!" Abbie demanded.

"A lot has changed while you were gone. Your house has been sold," Ichabod said as tactfully as he could.

"What are you talking about, my house has been sold? Is this some kind of bad joke?" Abbie was more confused than anything.

Ichabod shook his head, "I'm afraid not. Selling the house was a difficult decision, trust me, but we believed it was for the best."

Abbie blinked, uncomprehending. "But how is that even possible? I've only been gone one day. A day and a half, maybe. You can't possibly sell a house that fast!"

It was Ichabod's turn to be alarmed, "Hold on. Do you think it's only been _one day_ since you died…er, left?"

"Yeah," Abbie said, a sinking feeling spreading through her gut. She grimaced and looked up at him. "How long has it been for you?"

"It's been nearly eight months," Ichabod said.

"Eight…months?!" Abbie wasn't sure she'd heard him right.

"Seven months, three weeks, and two days, to be exact," Ichabod said, but Abbie could barely hear him.

She stepped around the bike in a daze and sat down on the curb. She ran her hands through her hair, trying to slow her racing thoughts. When she first saw Ichabod again she'd been so excited to see him, to be alive again, that she hadn't fully processed where they were. In the cemetery. Beside a gravestone that Ichabod had been laying flowers for. Her gravestone? It had to be.

"A lot has happened, Abbie. We all thought you were gone for good. We had a funeral for you."

Abbie wanted to curse, to scream at the universe, but she held back only for the sake of the people walking by, already giving the two of them curious looks.

Abbie turned to Ichabod, who was now sitting down beside her, "You know what? I've had it with other dimensions or supernatural realms. First Purgatory, then the Catacombs, then Witness Limbo. Three alternate realms. That's it. That's my limit." She made a chopping motion with her hand to punctuate.

Ichabod looked serious. He paused, collecting his thoughts before responding, "You have spent more than your fair share of time trapped in other realms, to put it mildly. Every time that you sacrificed yourself, I know it was your choice. You were doing your duty as a Witness, but time and again I found myself standing by and watching it happen. What I'm trying to say is…the next time somebody needs to risk their life, it should be me."

"I appreciate that, Crane," Abbie patted his shoulder, "but it'd be even better if nobody has to. I mean, I've been gone eight months and nothing earth shattering has happened in my absence, has it? The world is still here. Maybe we saved Sleepy Hollow for good this time."

"Yes, the town has been quite peaceful. No sign of otherworldly powers," Ichabod confirmed.

He stood up and offered her his hand, "Come. I'll show you my apartment. We can call Jenny and let her know the news."

Abbie smiled, "No, I think this is the sort of news that should be shared in person. I want to see the look on her face."

They started walking again. Ichabod's apartment was in the little downtown area near the community college where he taught History and Government Studies.

"So explain to me again why you sold my house. You could have stayed there! I thought you loved that house," Abbie said.

'I did," Ichabod said, "when you were there. I couldn't bear to stay in that house alone."

The pain in his voice tugged at her. Abbie sighed. It looked like her life was not going to simply pick up where it had left off.

The apartment was a cozy one bedroom on the fifth floor with a small balcony. There were potted plants on the window sill in the kitchen, various herbs, and more containing tomatoes and string beans on the balcony. There were bookshelves overflowing with old books and artifacts and, taking a peek in the bedroom, Abbie saw a hand stitched quilt on the bed, likely from one of the historic craft shows Ichabod loved to browse.

Abbie turned back around and caught Ichabod watching her from where he stood, leaning against the back of the couch.

"And you can stop looking at me like that," she said.

"Like what?" Ichabod looked away, flustered, then back again.

"Like you're afraid that if you look away that I'll disappear," Abbie said in a softer voice.

She walked over to him and took his hands in hers. Feeling her warm, strong hands in his, her presence so bright in front of him, Ichabod's thoughts were a confusing rush.

Was this really possible? Why did it take so long for her to come back? What was the point of making him suffer so long, believing that he would never see her again, burying his regrets and forcing himself to accept the unacceptable, to move on with his life in the modern world without her? It wasn't fair! Maybe it was one final test, and if it was, did he pass? Or was he a failure for giving up on her so easily?

Seeming to sense his turmoil, Abbie squeezed his hands and gave him a reassuring smile, "I'm not going anywhere."

Ichabod finally smiled back. "You better not," he said.

His head tipped forward until his forehead rested against hers and he finally relaxed, savoring the quiet moment together.

…..

TBC!


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